Me: What are you doing?
Faith: Guarding what's mine.
Me: There are no thieves in this house.
Faith: You never know.
Me: Samson doesn't chew on bones and he's never played with a ball in his life. I think you're being unfair and worried about nothing.
Faith: He's not the only one who lives in this house.
Me: What? You're worried about me?
Faith: Someone who looks just like you ... been known to take balls and put them in the closet.
Me: That's just to keep them from rolling under the couch.
Faith: Whatever...
Me: Sorry, I'll try to make sure you always have your ball.
Faith: Thank you, mommy. I know you mean well.
